Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, Final Fantasy XII

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A boy of thirteen years with dark hair and effeminate features entered the sorting room, confusion written on his features.

"I... Where am I? I don't recognize this part of the palace... Guards? Anybody?," the boy asked in an accent that could only be described as British- though the boy had never even heard of Britain before in his life.

It began to dawn on Larsa that he wasn't in Kansas Archades anymore.

His attention then fell to the application in the middle of the room. Larsa began to answer the questions aloud.

( Application for Larsa Ferrinas Solidor of Archadia )

I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. LFS
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. LFS
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. LFS
One day, marmalade will rule the world. LFS

((All the other character-muns from FFXII have been contacted... Because I'm the only one! Yeah, it's me, LGS, aka Balthier-mun.))

Closed RP: Stephen and mini!Susan

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( Fall is here,hear the yell/back to school,ring the bell/brand new shoes,walking blues/climb the fence,books and pens/I can tell that we're going to be friends )

Open RP: Happy Easter!

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Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy.

Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:

Happy Easter, biznatches.

Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.

The Easter Bunny

((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))

OOC - Brief Hiatus

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OOC - Greetings, apologies, and the next few weeks...

Hi all,

I am posting to let you know why I have been rather hard to locate recently, and to let you know it will be another couple of weeks before I can play very actively again. I teach at Temple, and have twice the classes I had this time last year, and in the next three weeks have both papers and finals pouring in. Also, I got sick this week, (I love my nieces, but not their germs) and have been grumpy and not much company.

So - quit whining and cut to the chase, Galadriel!

Okay, here it is. I am on official hiatus for the next two or three weeks, but after that, will be free as a bird, on summer break and getting ready for the move to Scotland.

So if I owe you tags, I am sorry! My pack is currently here:

Galadriel has ensconced herself in the Library, and is reading literally EVERYTHING, but mostly history. She's using Nenya's time-stretch abilities to spend as much time as she needs to get through as much as she can in the 2-3 subjective I'll be buried in papers. Her roomate, Penny, can puppet her as desired.

Gonzo is being a twit, popping in and out of everywhere with floo powder. Feel free to write him into a scene if you feel up to it! Rules: keep it brief, keep it weird, and then send him off somewhere else!

Indy is getting settled in to Ravenclaw. He may be able to pop in for certain duties he has agreed to, so make TW or Michael gmail me if the storyline progresses to that point!

War is scheming, and redecorating Bitchiwitch common room.

Aziraphale is hanging around being ineffable, and searching for misprint Bibles.

If anybody reeeeeally needs me, gmail me and I'll answer.

I hate to do this, and I'll miss you. :( But - I shall return!

G-mun-y

Zoidberg is Teh Sex

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Zoidberg was feeling hot. This new shelless body- so very risqué! He had heard about spontaneous good-lookification, and figured his time had finally come.

Who's the cute one now, Amy!?

Zoidberg sauntered (his new body came with the ability to saunter!) into the great hall, and waited for his fellow classmates to shower him with kudos, for a job well done. The job being getting a new body. Which was ripe with the sexy.

Oooh yeah. Work it, Zoidberg.

((Open Rp!))

Getting a new dog! {closed rp}

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack was sat in the front seat of the SUV waiting for JD, he looked over to the chocolate sat next to him and decided it was too much to resist leaning over he grabbed some and started eating, making sure that Key was staying in the back, he didn't want her getting any and either getting sick or something happening, which was when he realised something had happened to him. He couldn't see over the dash any more. He frowned which was just cute now and stood up on the drivers seat, hoping JD was going to turn up soon and really hoped this wasn't going to mess up them getting their new dog.

open RP, corridors: Camilla as a child.

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

(( Camilla has eaten some magical chocolate and is now seven years old. ))

It's a make-believe place, isn't it? She's in a castle. She must be dreaming. It's a beautiful dream, Camilla thinks.

She seems to know where things are, here, in the way of dreams, even though she doesn't remember any of it really. That way's the Great Hall, not knowing what the Great Hall actually is, only somehow knowing its name and if she follows that particular turn in the corridors that's where she'll end up. That's the way out to the courtyard, though she's not sure what's in the courtyard.

Inquisitive, she wanders, that first exuberant skipping long since slowed to a sedate walk.

Barbara Millicent Roberts, AKA... Barbie (squibbait)

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((Note: I know that technically, what with all of her appearances in various movies/books/video games, Barbie could be considered a playable character. However, ‘my’ Barbie is a full-sized version of the doll itself, with memories from all of her various incarnations. Yes, even the mermaid. Yes, this makes her the biggest Mary Sue ever to walk the planet. Have fun!))

A woman with the shiniest hair imaginable entered the Sorting Room, glittering blue eyes scanning her environment. She was carrying two large suitcases, which she put down in front of her, and then she giggled a little. Her face, beautiful though it was, had a distinct plastic look to it and her measurements were... well, impossible. She was five foot six inches tall, with long and perfectly shaped legs that she perkily tripped around on, balancing on pretty, pink high heels. Her body (with 33 inch hips, an 18 inch waist, and a whopping 39 inch bust) was encased in a very tight, pink mini dress, and she was smiling, hugely and vapidly, at the world at large.

“Hi!!” gushed Barbie happily, automatically adding an extra exclamation point for good measure. “Oh gosh!! Let’s be best friends!!”

Writing was never Barbie’s thing. Despite the fact that she had apparently been an astronaut at some point, some things were hard. Therefore she answered the questions out loud, with a Dictaquill to catch every word that came over her lips.

( I'm a blonde bimbo girl / In a fantasy world... )

She sat down on a pink stool and crossed her legs, with some difficulty. Then she giggled. “Oh, and I can be your best friend, too!! Come on, we’ll have SO much fun!!”

"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____Barbie_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____Barbie_______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ___Barbie________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____Barbie___"